by a falcon fell
three drops of blood
on the snow a red
that spread to a pale
blush on a face
hidden in the heart
of a dull soul
suddenly appearing
in the outside world –
all is lost
to that moment until
a thought is thrown
over the form
of feeling’s hold
so longing and longing
through sorrow and joy
can finally be moved
by reason to love
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